RATING: NC-17. ***Please read responsibly.

SUMMARY: Life's the journey, not the destination. :) Vague spoilers, if anything.

DISCLAIMER: Josh, Donna, and the others all belong to Aaron Sorkin, John Wells Productions, and Warner Bros., those lucky bastards.

THANKS: The Usual Suspects: Jo, Em, Meg, and Ryo. They each know why.

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Even in the dim light from the dashboard, Donna could see that Josh's mouth was drawn in a tight line.

"Don't even say it," he warned.

"I didn't."  Donna had, she thought, shown remarkable restraint, even as Josh got them hopelessly lost somewhere in southern New Hampshire.

"I know what you're thinking," Josh insisted, "and you're wrong."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

Donna glared at him.  "We're not lost somewhere in southern New Hampshire?"

"No."

"Josh--"

"We're not lost."

"Josh, neither of us knows where we are, how we got here, or how to get back to the highway, never mind to the Manchester house."

"We're not lost," Josh repeated stubbornly.  "We're temporarily disoriented."

"Oh, God," Donna rolled her eyes.  "I'm getting the map."

"We have directions," he protested, waving the piece of paper around in between them.

"Which are clearly wrong."

"I got them from Mrs. Bartlet."

Donna considered.  "Okay.  So the directions are clearly right--"

"Thank you."

"--and you're an idiot."

"Hey!"

"Josh, you've been there before, on top of which, you had precise directions from Mrs. Bartlet.  If you weren't an idiot, we'd be there by now."

He glanced over at her again, frowning.  "There's a logical fallacy in there somewhere."

"Too bad you didn't pay attention in law school or you'd probably be able to point it out."

"Donna--"

"I'm getting the map," Donna repeated.  "Where'd you put it?"

"It's in my backpack."

Donna rolled her eyes.  "You're pushing forty, Josh.  Get a briefcase."

"I'm thirty-seven," he countered.  "And I have a briefcase."

"You turn thirty-eight next month, Josh, and if you're referring to the musty, untouched briefcase your uncle got you when you graduated law school, it's uglier than sin.  Get a real briefcase."

"All I'm saying is that I do have a briefcase.  I choose not to carry it.  Now would you get the map and stop heckling me?"

"Not likely," she retorted.  "Pull over."

He shot her an incredulous look.  "Excuse me?"

"Pull over."

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards.  "Are you planning to ravish me by the side of the road, Donna?"

Donna gave him a withering look.  "Yes, Josh.  You've discovered my dastardly plan.  I'm going to ravish you by the side of the road and then bite your head off, leaving your body for the..." she waved one hand around, "you know, moose."

Josh burst out laughing.  "Moose?"

"They have moose up here," Donna answered tersely.  "Haven't you seen the signs?"

"There are moose signs?"

"Moose crossing signs," she clarified.

"Okay, but my point was--Do moose eat humans?"

"I'm not sure, but if you pull over, I'd be happy to sacrifice you to the experiment."

"You're a cruel woman, Donnatella Moss."

"Are you going to pull over or not?"

"Donna, reach back, grab my backpack and pull it into the front seat.  How hard is that?"

"Pretty hard, considering the fact that you rented a freakin' Towncar and my arms aren't five feet long."

"The backseat is not five feet away from you."

"Close enough."

"Donna, I could reach my backpack if I weren't driving.  In fact--"

"Oh, for the love of God!" Donna exclaimed, snapping her seatbelt off with an irritated look in his direction.

"What are you doing? Put your seatbelt back on," Josh ordered, watching her more closely than the road.  "What if we crash?"

"Pay attention to the road and try to avoid driving directly at inanimate objects for the next minute, okay?" Donna pulled her skirt up a little bit, and Josh glanced over, jaw dropping open.   "Eyes on the road," she ordered, turning and rising up onto her knees so that she could lean into the backseat.   "You would have to wedge your damn backpack in the corner, wouldn't you, Josh?"

"I didn't wedge--"  He glanced over again, but she was half in the backseat now, leaning over and providing him with an impressive view of her legs and her very nice ass.

"Joshua, stop looking at my ass," Donna ordered, her voice somewhat muffled by the distance.  "Did you bury the map in the bottom of this thing, or what?"

"Just--" Josh cleared his throat, his gaze straying to where her bunched up skirt met her thighs.  "Bring the backpack up here."

"Maybe if it didn't weigh forty-seven pounds--"

Josh braked hard and veered onto the shoulder.

Donna yelped as she lost her balance, her entire body tilting towards Josh.   She grabbed onto the seat back and managed not to land in his lap.

"Josh!" Donna shouted, in the sudden silence.  She dropped back into the front seat, ending up on her knees, still facing backwards.   She glared over at him.   "Are you trying to kill me?"

He gave her a sheepish look.   "Sorry.   I forgot you were... unbelted."

Donna glared at him some more, then sighed.   "Was there a reason you pulled that fance-ass move?"

The puzzled look on his face was almost comical.   "Fance-ass?"

"It's an expression."

"Employed by whom?"

"Are you going to sit here and argue slang with me, or are you going to explain why you finally agreed to pull over, thereby placing my life in grave danger?"

He grinned.   "I vote we argue slang.   Whatever happened to rad, anyway?"

"Josh."

"Yes?"

"Why did you pull over?"

"So I could help you with the backpack."   The way he waggled his eyebrows left no doubt as to what he really meant.

Donna stared at him.   "You're kidding, right?"

"Of course not," he answered all too innocently.   "It looked like you needed help."

"And in your twisted mind this somehow leads to sex for you?"

He smirked at her.   "Not just for me."

"Let me get this straight: We're lost somewhere in southern New Hampshire, I have yet to lay hands on a map, the President of the United States is waiting on our arrival, and you think that having sex in a car is the logical solution to the problem?"

Josh shrugged.   "I don't see it as a problem so much as a fortunate delay.   A window of time in which--"

"Josh, seriously--seek help."

He smirked.   "What do you think I'm doing right now?"

She groaned and whacked him on the shoulder.   "You're an idiot."

"Whatever."

Donna ignored him, leaning back over the seat to locate the map.   She thought she might have a hold on something made of paper that may or may not be a map, but was suddenly distracted by the feel of Josh's warm hands on her thighs.

Her body stilled almost involuntarily.

"Josh," she admonished.   Only her tone was much less discouraging than she'd meant it to be--It's not easy to sound disaffected when your nipples are already hard.

"Yeah?"   His palms flattened against her thighs, pressing her skirt upwards, his movements deliberate and quite arousing.   He'd always been so damn good with his hands, so slow and loving and attentive.   She could almost come just from thinking about his fingers on her flesh.

As it was, she was rapidly warming to his car-sex idea.   She let go of the map and braced herself in place with one hand on the backseat.   "What the hell are you doing?"   It wouldn't do to agree to this too easily, though.   He would be more insufferable than usual if he knew he could get her wet just by looking at her a certain way.

His fingers reached the edges of her panties and slipped underneath, teasing the delicate skin of her hips.   She shivered and bit back a moan, but he must have heard her.   He sounded positively triumphant when he said, "Exploring."

Josh's seatbelt whirred as it retreated, his clothes rustled, and then he was next to her.   His cool shirt kissed her hot skin as he inched his hands forward, underneath her panties.

Donna dropped her head down and concentrated on breathing.   Her position was rapidly becoming uncomfortable--not to mention that she no doubt looked like a complete moron--but she couldn't seem to move.   Not when his amazing hands were about to--

And wouldn't you know he chose that moment to stop.

"Josh!"

God, she sounded pathetic.   But, really, how dare he touch her like that and not, you know, touch her?   She hadn't been wild about the car-sex idea when he'd brought it up, but she'd be damned if she was going to ride the rest of the way to the Bartlets' with her nerves on fire.

And he was laughing at her, damn his eyes.

Before he could manage to stop snickering and reply, she straightened up and pushed him away, then slithered between the front seats.   Thank God he'd already hiked up her skirt, or she would have torn it making her way into the backseat.   Of course, she probably gave him quite a show in the process, but it was all worth it when she collapsed onto the seat and looked up at Josh.

He was practically drooling, his mouth slightly ajar, and those warm brown eyes wide and very, very eager.   He swallowed hard.   "Donna?"

Smirking, she crooked her finger at him.   "C'mere, Josh."

"Why?" he managed.   He almost sounded casual, but the way his fingers clutched at the headrest gave him away.   She was temporarily distracted by the many, many more worthwhile things he could be doing with those fingers.

She licked her lips.   "I want you to come exploring."

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and he made the most erotic noise she'd ever heard.   "I'll be right there."

And then Donna watched in amusement as Josh fought his way out of the car, yanked open the back door, and launched himself at her, pausing only to toss his backpack out of the way.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as his mouth descended hungrily.   He kissed her with a measure of desperation, and she met him with barely restrained passion.   Nipping and sucking, he made his way down her neck as she arched underneath him, wanting to feel his hands on her sex.

A soft breeze across her overheated skin registered, and Donna forced her eyes open.   "Josh!"

He glanced up from her breast.   "What?"

She slid her hands into his pants, squeezing that amazing ass of his.   "You might want to close the door."

He jerked, pressing his erection against her thigh.

She grinned.   "Josh?"

"Huh?"

"The door?"

His eyes were a little bit glazed, but he managed to grasp what she was saying.   Frowning, he let go of her and slammed the door shut. But before he could collapse back on top of her, she put a hand to his chest and guided him back until he was sitting normally.   Pulling at his buttons, she quickly divested him of his dress shirt and tossed it into the front seat.   He shrugged out of his undershirt and sent it over her head.

"Your turn," he mumbled, tugging at her shirt.   She slapped his hands away.

"Wait a second."   She had to pause and admire his chest.   Because, really, the man was too damn hot for words.   Even pale and battle-scarred, he was just gorgeous.   She leaned in and licked a long, slow path across his skin.   He arched up, and her hands fumbled at his waist, eager to wrap around his hard shaft.

"Donna, I want--"

He shut up when she bent over him, her hair pooling on his lap as she lavished attention on his erection.   One warm hand landed on her back, gripping at her almost desperately.   The other clutched at the arm rest as she worked him with her lips, caressed him with her tongue.   He was lifting his hips, pressing himself into her mouth, moaning almost constantly, and then he pulled her away.   "Wait."

At least that's what she thought he said.   He wasn't all that coherent, but considering the situation, she took that as a compliment.   "Yes, Josh?"   The self-satisfied grin on her face just would not go away.   Especially not when his gaze kept dropping to her mouth.   She ran her tongue over her top lip, and Josh's erection throbbed against her hand.   She squeezed him gently until he groaned.

"No," he managed.   "Wait.   I want you."

She beamed at him.   "No kidding."

He managed to focus those beautiful eyes on her.   "I want to taste you."

Donna was honestly surprised she didn't climax just from hearing him say the words.   She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him for all she was worth, shifting so that she was straddling him.   His hands trailed her back, roughly pulling her shirt from her skirt, unclasping her bra, pulling her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist.

Those amazing, strong hands clutched at her ass, urging her up.   She rose, her weight on her knees, and he stopped, just staring up at her.   The sight was incredibly erotic, the way he was looking at her in the dim light.   He pressed a hot, wet kiss into her stomach, parting her shirt in the process.   Carefully, he unbuttoned it, but didn't remove it, merely pushing her bra out of the way to get at her breasts.

Donna's head fell back as his tongue landed on her nipple, her hair brushing against her back until she shivered.   She was so hypersensitive, so primed that the feel of his teeth nipping at her delicate skin was almost too much.   "Josh."

He understood, he always did, and trailed his amazing tongue down her stomach.   With a small grunt of frustration, he eased down in the seat, his hands sliding up her thighs.

"Why are you wearing underwear?" he grumbled, glaring at the bikinis.

She rolled her eyes.   "Right.   What was I thinking, wearing underwear when obviously I was going to end up having sex in a car?"

He grinned at her.   "You should plan better."

She snorted in a very unsexy manner and started to move, planning to divest herself of the silky barrier as soon as possible.

"No," he told her, holding her in place with a hand on each hip.   "I got it."

Eyes widening, Donna shook her head.   "No, Josh, don't--"

The fabric gave with very little protest, and Josh tossed the mangled garment aside.   As irritated as she was with him for ruining her underwear, she had to admit the act was quite sexy.   But still, those damn things cost her--

And then his fingers were working her clit, slipping inside of her, and she wasn't mad anymore.   She wasn't even thinking.

"Josh."

He scooted down some more, and she had no idea how he managed or where his legs were, but as soon as his tongue touched her clit, she ceased to care.   Instead, she grabbed the handle above the door for dear life and let her free hand rest on his head, twining through his soft, curly hair.

Donna pressed her hips forward, aching for more contact as his tongue swirled in perfectly random circles.   She thought she might actually die if she didn't come soon.   But she wanted him inside of her, and so she leaned back a little.   He dragged his tongue across her sex one last, agonizing time, and then eased his fingers out of her.   With a very obnoxious grin, he forced himself back into some semblance of a seated position.   "You like that?"

"Oh, shut up," she answered, fighting the urge to thwack him in the head.   That smirk was so damn annoying.   Also ridiculously sexy.

He waggled his eyebrows at her.   "Make me."

Never one to back down from a challenge, Donna decided on a two-pronged attack:   She stuck her tongue in his mouth and wrapped one hand around his cock, swinging her leg across his thighs to straddle him.   He was no longer speaking, but he certainly hadn't shut up, considering the muffled moans he made even as he kissed her passionately.

She didn't stop kissing him as she lowered herself down onto him, guiding his erection to her, stopping as soon as he entered her.   Torturously slowly, she eased herself down onto him, swallowing his appreciative noises.   Josh's hands slid up her bare thighs, over the bunched up material of her skirt, and settled on her waist, urging her down.   He tore his mouth from hers, his hot breath bathing her face.   "God, you feel so good."

Donna grinned.   "Okay, you can talk if you're going to say things like that."   She shifted her weight a bit, trying to find a more comfortable place for her knees on the soft leather seats.   Josh took the opportunity to suck the nipple nearest him, which Donna thoroughly appreciated.   She arched her back a little, urging him on.

"If I say more things like that," Josh rasped, his lips wet as he peered up at her, "will you move?"   His voice had a satisfyingly desperate note.

Donna sympathized completely; her arousal was building, gaining intensity, and she wanted release.   Needed release.   Beneath her, Josh lifted his hips, thrusting the rest of the way inside her.   His hands tightened, his fingers biting into her flesh.

She rested one hand on the seat behind him, and grabbed hold of the handle above the door, her fingers wrapping around the stiff leather for leverage.   She'd always hung her dry cleaning on those handles, but she decided that this was a far more satisfying use.

And she began to move, her eyes locked with Josh's as she rocked above him, easing his cock in and out, pressing herself down more firmly each time.   His eyes glittered in the dim light from the dashboard, and Donna realized, absurdly, that the radio was playing some old Sheryl Crow tune.   Josh's heavy breathing, she thought, was much more interesting to listen to.

His hands began to roam her body, skimming down her thighs, cupping her breasts in turn, tracing geometric patterns on her abdomen, and finally slipping between her thighs, unerringly locating that tiny bud.   Donna inhaled sharply, her movements just a bit arrhythmic as his fingers tauntingly circled her clit, never giving her the full pressure.   She tensed her muscles around his erection, eliciting a harsh gasp and a wide-eyed look.

"No teasing," she admonished, her voice breathless and more than a little desperate.

"You either," Josh countered, thrusting sharply up into her.  Donna moaned, pressing herself down, enjoying the electric shock when her clit came into contact with his body.   Josh withdrew his hand, cupping her ass to urge her to move faster.   She was speeding up anyway, rocking up and down with more force, tiny gasps torn from her each time she hit exactly the right angle.   She was so damn close.  So, so close.

Just a few more thrusts of his hips, just a little more of that delicious fullness, some more Josh inside of her.   Either he read her mind, or his body was urging him to push as deep and as fast as possible, because his hips started lifting, pushing, thrusting against her, his moans nearly constant now.

Donna pressed herself down, and then she was coming.  She froze with Josh buried deep inside, tiny little waves of bliss rippling out from her center, tingling all through her body.   Maybe it was the feel of her coming around his cock, or maybe it was the throaty sounds she made, but Josh gave one last, ragged moan and clutched her to him, his hips pulsing up and down as he came.

Moments later, his fingers loosened a bit, allowing her to collapse against his chest.   Their sweaty skin pressed together as they struggled to regulate their breathing.

"Wow," Josh managed.

Donna grinned, "Yeah."

"We should do this more often."

"Have sex in a car?" Donna asked.   "Sure, let's definitely do that, because I am just dying to see how creative the New York Daily News can get with their headlines."

"You're ruining my good mood," Josh admonished, though he was still smirking and looking not at all like his mood had been ruined.   "In fact," he said, nuzzling into her neck.   "You've given me a new appreciation for a certain old adage that always seemed silly."

Donna leaned back and gave him a skeptical look.   "You're hell-bent on ruining the moment, here, aren't you?"

"Geez, you try to sweet-talk a girl and look--"

She shut him up with a kiss that left him grinning again.   "I'm just saying," she said as if she hadn't short-circuited his brain, "that your attempts at sweet-talk have a tendency--"

"Would you let me finish before you, you know, judge my abilities to sweet-talk?"

Donna crossed her arms beneath her breasts, which very nearly made him forget what he was going to say.   "Finish," she ordered.

"I already did."

With an eloquent eye-roll, Donna clarified, "Your sentence."

"Ah."

"Yes."

"What I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Josh said, smiling up at her, that full-on, dimple-decorated grin, "is that I have a new appreciation for the idea that life's the journey, not the destination."

With a groan, Donna slid off of his lap.   "You call that sweet-talk?"

"Would you prefer that I charmed you with my impressive vocabulary?"

Laughing, Donna pressed a kiss to his lips.   "Not even a little bit.   Now would you please, for the love of all that's holy, hand me your backpack so I can find the map?"

"See?   That's your problem right there, Donna," Josh said as he maneuvered his backpack onto the seat beside him.   "You're too focused on the destination."

"Be nice," Donna admonished, accepting the crumpled map that Josh handed her.   "I could still leave you out here for the moose, you know."

THE END

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Comments

So, I have been a big fan of your stories for a long time, your West Wing ones anyway. I think this is a really great idea to have something like this to make comments on. I ADORE your Josh and Donna smut and would love if you could write some more. Although many have drifted from West Wing fiction for some reason, I hope you haven't because you're superb at it!! I you need a beta for any new WW fics then don't hesitate to get in contact.

Please write more!!

Posted by: Leena on July 6, 2004 06:06 AM